it's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes,

[illuminating]

Who: amaterasu (illuminating) & open.
What: catch-all.
When: complete month of december.
Where: wyver & olympia, but we could do between these places, too.
Warning(s): will add if anything comes up.


(this post is 110% open to anyone who'd like to do anything with it, whether we have established cr, or discussed things or not. all the prompts are open, but if you would like something specific, feel free to reach me to request something. i can be found by pm or sleepiest for any hashing out of things. i will also eventually be including celebration things in this post later in the month, if you want to do something, but want to wait until then. thank you very much!)




week one: wyver.

[In the entirety of the first week, Amaterasu can be found anywhere within Wyver. She isn't difficult to miss being a white wolf, or something like that, or is she merely a massive dog? More than this, though, she has no timidity in coming up to people or getting into things. This is, after all, why she's staying for a little while. At this point, she's probably met virtually everyone in Olympia, and she won't miss the opportunity to make friends with the natives or other refugees alike.

Some of the easier places or points to find her are:

a] in the Fields of the Exalted. Who knows if she has an official position there, but she seems to like to go, and she seems to... for lack of better description, baby the dragons. It took less than a day to earn most of their trust, but she's still working on it with some of the more stubborn ones. Maybe you work there, too, or maybe you've wandered into the wrong area, or are just plum curious. The sight you're likeliest to see is her casually passing by some of the larger dragons lounging in the field, a hatchling clinging to her shoulders, hanging off one side of her with curled tail, about the size of the cat. It's trilling in a gurgling way argumentatively, and with confidence enough it won't hurt her, you might hear her respond with stern, open-mouthed groans that are edging on weary growls.

The scaly infant huffs, and hisses, and trills petulantly, crawling up her back with claws smashing one of her ears against her head, and this is where it drapes its self to lay down, its little head bobbing on top of hers. She's obviously distracted, and won't stop unless someone bothers to get her attention.

b] In the main parts of the city, moving from person to person she passes to get to know them. Through sniffing, and happy pats, and tail wagging. Some smile but don't touch her, some can't get enough of ruffling her fur, and some even spare her treats. Perhaps you're the next person she's trotting up to, as if this is just a day in the life, going from one person after the other, not able to speak Hello, hello, hello but exuding such an aura all the same. Maybe you catch her up to mischief—nosing around in someone's sack to steal a bite or two of their food, or unconcerned, jumping in through a window someone's left open, the light clatters of her knocking things over soon following behind her vanished form. There's chance you'll see the strange occurrence of her pausing near some of the foliage, and a full-bloomed flower pop into thrilled life, before she's moving on. A coincidence, a cursed plant? Odds are, if you're able to see her true shape, you'll know she painted it into existence.

She can also be found—or frankly, coming up to greet you—in literally any of the other areas available in Wyver. It's her personality and nature to go anywhere she can reach, and sit with and listen to as many people as she can. Nothing is off limits.]

week two: olympia.

[The second week, when she returns to Olympia to assist in getting things relatively back to normal, her visit is largely more focused. She's only found in one of three places: visiting patients or anyone else at the Sanctuary, sleeping outside of the Sanctuary, or roaming amid the damage.

Most notably, if you're there too, helping clean up, not unlike her sprouting flowers in the sake of it, you might catch sight of her stopping near some of the rubble, and mysteriously a corner of a vendor cart or building or a gap in the path will, just like that!, be restored to new. If you are only able to see the simple wolf, this will come with no explanation, perhaps also, just peculiar coincidence. But, of course, if you're able to her markings, the feathers at her ankles and shoulders that shouldn't be on a wolf, that ever-present glow that never seems to fade, the mirror swirling in fire and hovering over her back—then it's just as well you'll be able to take note of the deliberate swishing of tail, the ink (yes! can you believe?) dripping off her tail, and the inexplicable way the celestial paint that comes from her appears over these broken parts, then brings them all perfectly back together again.

It is, be aware, only restoration here and there, parts of things to contribute to the whole of the thing being fixed or mended. She is no longer powerful enough to bring a whole building lying in smithereens back to its complete shape. But bit by bit, or wherever someone else seems to be having trouble, she'll try to make it easier, to put herself to whatever little use she can.]

(ending off to say that wildcards are always welcome.)

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[exaomori]

[Of course it smells nice, it was just freshly made this morning, you freaking dog! Shura's quick to slip a knife between her finger, ready to send it flying. Not directly at the wolf--it wasn't that big of a weapon to begin with and wouldn't do much damage, but just as a friendly warning. She could go without breakfast, but losing the silver would be a pain. But the wolf is pulling out of the bag, and somehow she's managed to only take a chunk out, though maybe that explains the way she seems to tense and that glare on her face. Scary. Shura's fought bigger creatures, and she's prepared to draw Fang if she needs to defend herself. A hungry creature didn't take well to be startled, after all.

There are a few things Shura expects to happen--a stand off between them, maybe the wolf would flee with her bite, and maybe (hopefully not) she would lunge at her. She is not expecting the creature to just give up and drop the food and flop over like it just experienced some horrible loss. Not after that build up. Even a well trained dog would have difficulty letting go of stolen food.

The tension falls from Shura's shoulders with a sigh, and she shakes head head as she approaches the wolf and her bag. The knife is sheathed in its pocket as she stands in front of the wolf, resting her hands on her hips.]

Jeez, you shouldn't mope like that just cause you got caught.

[Was she someone's pet? It was a possibility. Or maybe just a spirit friendly to humans. Whatever she was, she didn't seem to be a threat, so Shura feels comfortable enough, dropping down to sit beside her. Taking her bag and setting it to the opposite side of her, away from the greedy dog, seems like the best plan. But since Shura's not about to eat a piece of bread covered in drool, she'll pick the torn piece of bread out between her thumb and forefinger, laying it in front of the wolf's mouth.]

May as well let you have it.

[And Shura may as well take a break for a snack, even if she has to tear off another chunk of the bread to make sure she isn't going to ingest wolf spit.]

[illuminating]

[While Shura relaxes, Amaterasu hums out groans from her dejected position, but her tail lazily wags when she speaks to her. As she approaches to collect her bag, golden eyes follow her keenly, and by the time Shura's sitting beside her, she shifts her weight to put her stomach on the ground, and rests the bottom of her head over her paws.

Her ears prick at the offering of the morsel she nearly stole, and in the middle of Shura saying she should just have it, she's... inhaled it.

But Shura will discover that she's sitting up now, tail swiping over dirt and grass, and tilting her head almost completely to the right at her, as if to say, thank you; that was delicious; could I have another?]

[exaomori]

[wow you glutton, don't choke!!

The way the wolf just swallows that chunk of bread whole without a second had Shura staring at her, shaking her head. And here she is, sitting up and begging for me. What a shameless animal.]

You're gonna choke if you don't chew, doofus.

[Sure, the wolf probably knows what it's doing, but jeez. It was good bread, it should be savored just a little?? Shura sounds almost affectionate as she says it, reaching out to poke the creature right on the nose. This wasn't a dog, but it sure wasn't a normal wolf looking at her like this. Too friendly, too cute. It's enough to convince Shura to tear off a little more than she has to when she's taking off the wolf-spoiled part of the loaf. It means she only gets half her planned breakfast, but that was enough to tide her over for a bit. This time, she'll be sure to tear it into three separate pieces before setting it on the ground in front of the wolf.]

[illuminating]

[The tidbit of fond inflection in Shura's voice causes the wolf's tail to swing more adamantly, a muted way of trying to get this same sentiment back to her. She tucks her ears, and softens her eyes to almost slits, smiling dopily for the poke to her nose, that gentle kind of teasing, not minding in the least but rather, almost, welcoming. Playfulness is such a good way to bond.

And as she tears more pieces of bread, Amaterasu vibrates with thankful, eager whimpers, all of her attention glued to the placement of each three, wriggling like a child on a sugar rush. The only reason she's able to chew these bites, are because when she flops down with legs laying at either side of the short row, she scoops them all up one after the other without any space between gathering the next, and this leaves her with no time to toss the soft, little pieces down to her gullet.

She lies on the grown, chin tilted up, to messily smack-smack-smack the newer pieces Shura's just offered her with intensity. She... really loves food. By the time they're gone, she sneezes delicately, then hops to all fours to sniff around for anything missed, licking—look, she's not human, all right?—the ground if anything smells good or interesting. Once she's satisfied she's cleared it away, she approaches Shura completely, not only tail wagging, but the entirety of her, her ears folded down passively to her head again, muzzle invading her space to get to know her.

It's a true kindness to forgive someone who was stealing from you moments ago and share with them.]

[exaomori]

[The wolf is definitely providing some early morning entertainment for Shura. Was it worth half of her bread? ... maybe. She was making sure to eat quickly, not wanting to encourage the wolf to beg for more, and besides, who knew what other trouble she might run into in the jungle on a morning like this.

But it's a little difficult to eat when she has a big dumb dog is invading her personal space. A wriggly, excited giant dog is a lot to manage, especially when Shura assumes that she's after her food again.]

Hey, that's enough for you! I ain't gonna starve just cause you beg.

[Even if it means moving to put her in a friendly sort of headlock to try and control her excitement, keeping her bread in her free hand. Just who kept this animal??]

[illuminating]

[Ah. She remains persistent a little longer more, not because she wants to be awful enough to snatch the remainder of the bread, but because she truly wants to give Shura quality attention.

But, understandably, this is lost in translation between woman and wolf-god, and groaning, she pulls herself free, grumbling, while she pads a foot or so behind her, then unceremoniously falls onto her side to begin rolling around. In all likelihood, it probably seems as though she's throwing a wolfish tantrum for not being fed more, but Shura would be wrong of course.

She's throwing a tantrum because she won't pay attention to her, obviously!]

[exaomori]

[Of course she's throwing a tantrum for food, that's obviously the most important thing! She had been the one trying to snatch the bread in the first place!

Shura cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, shaking her head at the display.]

Y'know, no one would guess that you're a spirit with you actin' like that.

[Not at all graceful or awe-inspiring. But some of them were happy like that. Shura wasn't about to complain--it's pretty funny to watch.]

[illuminating]

[On she goes, wriggling and scooting her back across the grass, kicking her legs, all her teeth showing with her mouth hanging open to unleash an assortment of groans and stubborn whines alike. She goes limp, laying on her side when she hears Shura's words, not suddenly graceful in her momentarily required stillness but carefree, her furry cheek sliding across the ground to blink up at her.

There's a bit of a sneeze after she's collected dust from all her fussing, and for a second, it looks like another will come, but false alarm. She puffs and tosses her head lazily, before dropping it back to the ground.

So Shura can see her completely? Wolf god shifts head to rest chin on the ground and gazes at her, a longer, more adamant in pitch whine humming free of her. She's not even certain what it means, herself. Appreciation of Shura's belief or abilities, whichever helps her to notice her company's celestial appearance. Or wordless, honest confession, that it's a rarity for anyone to guess what she is at all, behavior aside. Both, perhaps.

A moment of quiet interrupts, then she's growl-whine-chattering at her without budging otherwise, and this is, in fact, more complaints. What does she mean acting like that! Should she act like a cat, should she act like a fish, should she act like a human being, or a Dragonian? Petulant hum, her ears hanging lopsided. Everyone's got to be who they are, right?]

[exaomori]

[It's almost a pity that Shura can't understand. But really, if understand this wolf meant understanding all demons and spirits, she'd rather not have that particular ability. It was usually too much trouble in the long run.

This spirit's complaining is somewhat easy to understand, or at least get a general idea of. Fussing at her for her sass is only expected, and it has Shura snickering, turning back to finish off the last of her bread.]

Y'know it's true. You ain't small fry, I can tell that much. [Too big, too fluffy.] Someone of your strength usually puts on airs.

[Or, you know, just kills whatever stands in the way of their next lunch, but that's beside the point.]

[illuminating]

[For all her vocalized, wolfish bellyaching, she's at least able to hush when someone speaks to her, and she lays in quiet listening.

Airs, is it? She picks herself up to come lay beside Shura, planting tip of narrow chin on her knee. Putting on airs is silly. No one's better than anyone else, including someone like her. Everyone has things they can do, beneficial abilities to help, and things they can't. So, why, attention-loving as she is aside, does she come to rest head partially in Shura's lap, lazily closing her eyes? To somehow convey this, understood or not, she far prefers to be reachable than to make people feel they've no right to speak to her, or even look her in the eye. She can't take that kind of distance from hearts.]

[exaomori]

It's true, an' you know it.

[Of course, Shura really only knows the spirits and demons of her world. But Shura isn't going to protest when the wolf draws closer and rests her head on her thigh. It's cute, even if this wasn't a regular dog. Enough so that when Shura pops the last bite of bread in her mouth, she'll even lower her hand to the wolf's head, gently stroking her fur. This isn't so bad... It's almost relaxing, really.]

[illuminating]

[Oh. Well, she oughtn't be surprised that she would earn this kind of acknowledging attention, and isn't necessarily—the fact is, only: it is relaxing. And she's so prone to dropping off. What a way to be distracted from practicing with one's newly acquired weapons.

She emits tiny, closed-mouth groans of appreciation, eyelids coaxed into heaviness, and if Shura doesn't abruptly try to stand or push her away, then wolf will drift off on her lap. Fed, and content, and happy.]

[exaomori]

[This was not how Shura planned to spend her morning, but really, it could be a lot worse. There's something soothing about this spirit's presence, and it's giving her some time and space to not worry about the problems from home that she can't fix.

So Ammy will get her nap. Shura can spend the next while on her phone, diddling around doing pretty much nothing. But it's something she can do with one hand, her hand hand continuing to pet the wolf's fur. It's only when Shura starts to feel her leg falling asleep that she'll move to get up, giving her one last scritch.]

Come on, come on. I can't stay here all morning.

[illuminating]

[It takes nearly no time at all for her to go into deep sleep, and the likelihood of her heavy head not able to hold itself from the pull of gravity contributing to those telling tingles is high. For a moment, it seems like she won't respond, her head only tips back a bit, and she keeps the intense, rapid breathing, ribs going, of any intensely dreaming animal lost to sleep.

With Shura's standing, though, her head bobbing off lap seems to do the trick, and she springs into startled alert, doing a quick half circle with straight ears gluing into the trees as if something else woke her, then they wobble backward, before finding a more neutral placement, while she pads around to reorient herself, a massive yawn stretching her gums back for a quick few seconds.

She fixes Shura with a weary stare, before plopping onto one thigh without ceremony, keeping balance on one front paw, the other hooked faintly, while she scratches with hind claws behind her shoulder, and groans her distaste for having to move at all.]